Matthew 6:8

Looks like my funemployment run is over. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, someone finally hired me!

I am beyond excited. I was a little annoyed when the first question out of my mother's mouth was "How much are you making?" Um, more than I'm making now, which is $0. Thanks. Granted, I'm not making as much as I've made in the past, but you know what? I don't even care right now.

I'm excited, it's a good company, there's room for growth, and it fits in well with my plans to go to law school. Oh, and now I can actually go to the doctor without having to exchange a kidney for payment.

Seriously, friends?!? Seriously.

As of the last time I weighed myself, I have lost 42 lbs. Yay me!

So I'm all excited and start grabbing clothes out my closet to try on. I'm giddy, thinking that my pants will fall off me and shirts will look like tents and woo-hoo, shopping spree time. Except I put on my clothes, and they fit. Not only did they fit, but they looked better on me than they had in the past. Which can only mean one thing.

HOW COME NO ONE TOLD ME I WAS FAT GUY IN A LITTLE COAT?

Honestly, people. It's clear from my little fashion show that I was a) bigger than I thought and b) wearing clothes that were too small. Thanks for telling me.

You guys are fired.

T-Minus 30 days

This time next month, I will be taking the LSAT. For which I am non too prepared.

How can that be, you ask? Simple. I am so completely unmotivated, it's not even funny. It's weird. I've wanted to go to law school for as long as I can remember. When most people want something this badly, they work their asses off for it. Why am I not doing that?

Truth be told, there are several schools I could get into without bothering to study. But I don't think they're any schools that I would want to go to. FAMU, for example. They don't have very high standards, as far as the test scores go, for their incoming students. However, the last thing I want to do is stay in FL. I'm not even applying to any schools here because I don't want to get stuck. That's probably not a smart idea but it's what I'm going with for now.

I just hope I can get it together and learn something in the next month or I may very well be stuck in the hell that is Florida.

Ohana

I just got off the phone with my mother and she shared something with me that makes me cry a little. I want to shout it from the rooftops (and facebook) about it, but I think it's still somewhat of a surprise. However, I feel like my blog is a safe place to do it because the chances of the person for whom the surprise is intended for reading my blog is slim to none.

That being said, if my cousin is reading this, keep your mouth shut; your mother doesn't know this is gonna go down. Thanks.

One of my aunts recently found out she had stomach cancer. She had surgery to remove the tumor but will still be undergoing chemo. My mother said that my aunt found out that she will be losing her hair, and my aunt could only cry. My mother and her youngest sister are going to Savannah to be with my aunt and, to show their love and support, are shaving their heads. Not cutting their hair short. Shaving. Bald. Gone.

I think they are amazing and I wish I was going to be there with them.

I Want It All

A few weeks ago, I went to my parents' house for our family reunion. One of my uncles came with his current girlfriend, who happens to work in the entertainment industry. Finally, a way in!!

We got to talking and I told her about my plans for law school and wanting to go into entertainment law, but that I also wanted a job in PR. We exchanged information and she told me about some leads she could start for me. I received a call from her today and her first question was which ranked higher on my list? School or work?

Umm...both?

I honestly don't know which I would choose, if it came down to that. Law school has been a dream of mine since I was a freshman, but I can't pay my hospital bills, doctor bills, credit card bills and student loans with dreams. It seems more important to make money so I can get out of debt. But I don't want to be 50, saying to myself "what if I would've gone to law school?"

Decisions, decisions.

It's That Time of Year Again

I don't get into the Halloween spirit. For one, I don't dress up. I used to, but I had an unfortunate experience at a social and that was it for me. For another, I've always been the fat friend to the slutty cheerleader, cop, girl scout, and whatever else you can make slutty.

Of course, I scoff at them and roll my eyes because really, having your T & A hanging out does not mean you're dressed up. But secretly? I've wanted to be able to do that. I want to go to Fairvilla and get my slutty angel on. And now, with my new skinny self being about a year away, I can do it.

But I'm really not entirely sure if I want to. I'm very much a dress for comfort person. I'd much rather wear jeans and comfy shoes than an LBD and ultra high heels. Or even medium high heels. Strutting my stuff around downtown half nekkid? Not so much me at any size.

To those who can, rock on.

When Did I Get Old?

For the past few years, I've been saying that I can't wait to get out of my 20s and in to my 30s. I feel that decade will be exponentially better and I just want it to happen already.

However, sitting here today I'm REALLY feeling old. It started yesterday, actually, when I went to a sorority event. I'm used to walking in and knowing at least 1/4 of the people in the room. I knew no one (except Kelly, who came with me). Eventually, a few familiar faces showed up but overall, I knew no one. And no one knew who I was. It made me feel sad and a little awkward. I love to help out with my sorority when I can but sometimes I'm scared to because I don't want to be the Al Bundy reliving my glory days. Perhaps I should get involved in an adviser capacity.....

Then, SD had to go to school today. AGAIN. His schedule is insane right now because he's in the final weeks of final project. He's gone for 8-12 hours every day and I just sit here by my lonesome. I thought maybe today he would get a break, but no. Another 8 hr day. But I feel old because instead of getting up and out, I'm just sitting here watching Food Network. Then I thought, well damn, I'm ALWAYS watching Food Network. No joke, I'm like the grandma who, no matter what day or time of day it is, when you come over, she's watching her "stories." Geez Louise. This can't be healthy but I don't know what else to do. It's Orlando, for pete's sake. Not exactly a happening town. I'm so jealous of all the FB statuses today, as most friends are at a festival, on a nature hike, or just being able to wander around their fabulous city and find something to do.

If I had a job, I would have money. If I had money, I would go somewhere...Daytona, Tampa, St. Augustine, anywhere.

Damn the man.